My Faith over a period of time when drawn on a piece of graph will have an uncanny resemblance to the sinusoidal curve – the smooth mathematical function depicted by a continuous waveform.
Throughout my life, I have constantly struggled with Faith fluctuations.
Sometimes it is blissfully high, touching all the right chords of spirituality.
However, at other times, it plummets to the deep, dark dungeons of indifference.
Hi All,
Week 1 of Trying to: Publish a Poetry collection has not been very productive, unfortunately. I was down with the flu for a couple of days and recovery took too long.
We are not off to a great start, but that’s ok, this is exactly why we have a cushion built into our timeline. Things happen.
As per the Outline, the plan was to finalize the 3 Ls of the book – Length, Language and Layout.
Continue reading →When confronted with the unknown, a human’s response can be of two types – of humility or of arrogance.
Continue reading →Hi All,
For my first ‘Trying To’, I thought I would try something I have always talked about doing, but never did – . Publishing a Poetry collection.
After all, that is what this series is all about – doing things I only talked about, so why not start with something I have talked about the most.
Since my college days I have always identified Poetry as my distinctive feature among friends – something that I would bring to the table, something that I want to be known for, even though it’s something I have never really pursued seriously. Hopefully that will change with this series.
I always feel at a loss when thinking of starting a new thing – where to begin, what to do first etc etc.
Continue reading →“Peter is nowhere to be seen today” she said leaning against the window. Her eyes twitched. The hot July afternoon sun barged in through the window and stood between us. Dust particles danced in concentric circles to the tunes of a typical afternoon.
I had my black, rugged hoodie on, which never left my body no matter what the outside temperature was. She asked if I wasn’t feeling hot in that and I said no.
Until a few weeks ago, before coming here, she never asked if I was feeling hot. She only asked how cold it was, and how cold it is going to get in winter. The possibility of a hot American summer was unfathomable to her. She never quiet believed me when I said it does get hot here in July.
It’s not her fault, though.
Continue reading →Sometimes,
I do stupid things
though not intentionally.
I get up everyday
and take some time to reflect
and regret